In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

I saw a snail

I saw a snailin her shell on a rocky wallI waited for the snail to movebut she wouldn't go nowhere at allit was a beautiful snailwith a shell of orange and brownI even wrote it a haikubut I forgot to write it downI saw a snailrelaxing on the side of the houseI've never relaxed in my entire lifemaybe the snail could teach me howmaybe I could bribe her with snacksmaybe I'll write her a songI could take a few polaroid photosbut I forgot to bring my camera aroundI saw a snailthe most beautiful snail of all timeif I wanted to see it foreverI'd have to keep it in my mindI don't need to record this, I thoughtI don't need it on Facebook to seemaybe this snail is best as a memoryto pull out wherever I needGleanncholmcille, Ireland